Post-rotation blues.
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It’s a shove back to reality.
In longing, we misconstrue everything to fit the scenario that would sate the thirst.
It’s so easy to find patterns where only randomness exists. It’s so easy to believe in the existence of destiny when really, they were nothing but coincidences. We think ourselves a cornerstone when in truth we were but another block in Hadrian’s Wall.
Love is as free and ever-present as the air we breathe but love that lasts is a black swan that we keep chasing over and out, like regrets that we take in our hands and turn over and over and out until they bleed dry.
Before I lose all my pride, it’s time for me to make my exit.
Tags: back to reality, ending the dream, exit
hope all is well, bless you,
missed your fantastic poetry.
Invite you to join poetry potluck week 45 today,
Any poems related to nature and life are welcome!
Cheers.
Bless you.
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